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[Something's not quite right here, so naturally, it really must be wrong. After all, who just leaves a scrumptious looking triple layer cake with butter cream frosting just sitting on a table in the middle of a street? Certainly not a dorky not-quite-alive replica on the look out for specimens that honestly thinks humans are dumb enough to fall for this. Nope, not at all.]

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True, but...

[He sighed, leaning toward Asch again.]

...I still feel guilty.

You shouldn't.

[ On this point he's adamant - possibly too much so with how harsh his voice comes out. ]

Not telling him does no harm, meaning you have no reason concern yourself over it.

[Luke had no comment; he doesn't expect Asch to understand. Szayel is his master and he owes him his very life. Not telling him something is like... a serious crime, you know?]

[ Nope, Asch doesn't understand in the least. He had one master wrap him around his finger and that was more than enough. The word itself is like a nasty taste in his mouth, one he's still trying to get rid of years later. ]

...I for one am glad you failed to mention it.

[Luke let out a faint sigh.]

Yes, I'm certain you are.

[ If Luke isn't holding on too tight, Asch is going to slip free and fold his arms across his chest. ]

What makes you so certain?

[Luke gave him a bland look as if the answer weren't obvious.]

So my master wouldn't go after you.

[ That makes his wings twitch; arrancar or not, he still doesn't care for Luke being a know-it-all. It's like having a prodigy for a younger sibling. ]

That's not an issue. Even were he interested in me, he isn't here. In case you've forgotten.

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[Way to make him even more depressed, Asch. Luke just let out a soft sigh at that, not meeting the winged original's gaze.]

[ Tact? What is tact. We forehead drecks know nothing of tact. Though Asch does feel a twinge of guilt after the fact and adds his own, more tired sigh to the conversation. ]

...forget it. Let's go. You don't still eat regular food, do you?

[Oh yay. Some tasteless human food. You're really on the ball today, aren't you, Asch? Luke's tone couldn't be anymore dull when he answers.]

Yes.

[ It's amazing how they went from being so cordial to almost hostile in no time flat. And Asch totally blames it on Szayel, even if he isn't here. There's a long pause as he corrals the pointless urge to punch things, and finally settles for just turning his back to Luke. ]

Do what you want, then. But don't expect any sympathy or help from me if it backfires.

[Luke's face twisted into an Asch worthy scowl. He storms over to him, grabbing him by the arm and spinning him around. He wanted to hit him, he really did, but he didn't want the guilt that punching Asch would lead to.]

[So, obviously, practically shoving his tongue down Asch's throat would have to suffice.]

[ That is certainly one way to get Asch to shut up. Possibly the only way. He's so taken by surprise that if Luke didn't have a hold on him via hand or mouth, he likely would have fallen straight over. ]

[ But since that's not a viable option, Asch has to settle for making an indignant yelp and returning the favor once the shock wears off, fingers twisting into his shirt. ]

[Much better; Asch's were so much easier to get along with when they weren't talking. Luke let out a faint sigh after a moment, slipping his arms over his shoulders before pulling away. He didn't move far, though; his lips still brushing against Asch's as he spoke.]

You are such an ass sometimes.

[ There was no sputtering this time when they came up for air (stubborn pride wouldn't let him), only the slightest hint of panting and a very heated glare. A little warning next time, dammit. ~~Though that would've defeated the purpose. Oh well.~~ ]

Hmph. Like you've got any room to talk...!

Mm... shut up.

[And he'll just be borrowing your air again, Asch. So much for going somewhere private.]

Mmph--!

[ Dammit all. At least they're nowhere near his cafe, meaning his customers won't be shooting him strange looks or fleeing to other places for lunch. His hands find their way to Luke's upper arms and latch on without him really noticing. Okay, so he missed this. ]

[Good birdy. <3]

[He missed you too, if you couldn't tell. Still, making out in the middle of a street is a bit awkward, even for someone that can walk on air and such. So, forgive him while he secretly maneuvers you over to a wall, that he can properly molest you against.]

[ Guess whose floor he's going to molt all over out of spite. ]

[ So long as the utmost care is take to avoid any pinching or squashing of the feathered appendages, there will be no complaints about the relocation and following oral exercises. Asch might even throw in a hesitant grope of his own, or at least just hug the replica to him. ]

[Of course not. Those wings make Asch prettier than he is normally; he wouldn't dream of harming them, intentionally or otherwise.]

[Luke wormed a knee between the original's legs, rubbing him as he had fun with his mouth, his tongue exploring anything he could reach.]

[ Oh good. As much as he despises the things, he's kind of gotten the hint that they're an essential body part now and would very much like to retain them simply for the sake of living. ]

[ That got quite the noise from Asch and his lower half jumped the last couple inches backwards into the building, leaving him all but diving into the kiss. Where's the Make-outs for Dummies book when you need it. ]

[Luke pulled away enough to let out a faint chuckle, before nibbling lightly on Asch's lip.]

Aren't you used to this yet?

That has nothing to do with it...!

[ Somebody's a prude, okay. That and he had more important things to do with his time than jerk off. One could theorize it being a source of his attitude, along with a reason he somewhat playfully snaps at Luke's lips in return. ]

Oh...? Care to enlighten me, then?

[Now he's just playing dirty. He reaches over to one of Asch's wings and starts stroking it lightly.]